No, she found a way to make sure Iwasn't going to jerk off. And, if I did, she'd know. She'd know if Itook down my panties, and she'd know if I came...in them. She also didn'teven have to threaten me what would happen if I was a naughty boy.The "kindness" of a chastity belt is it takes away the choice. It'sphysically impossible to do anything. It restricts the act and preventsan erection. The deviousness of mommy's method was I had to controlmyself. I was painfully throbbing, but I had to. Nobody else but pirates could be stupid enough to waste fuel on speedboats, so it was pretty obvious who was chasing us. Our two houseboats were large enough to be juicy targets for any pirate, so there was no surprise that we were being attacked. I was too close to that damned alarm to be able to stand it any longer, so I switched it off. Again, John was not far behind. By now, everybody on the two houseboats had been alerted that there was some sort of danger in sight.I had my M-16 loaded and. "Because I love you so much I'm going to share Patrick's cock with you; I'm going to let you taste his come."Her legs straddle mine again. "Now open your sweet little mouth, JoAnna, and suck Patrick's cock like the sweet little whore you are."I open my mouth, ready for the rubber, strap-on dildo I'm sure she's now wearing. Something warm, damp and hard parts my lips. I am confused. My brain explodes. I am about to faint. This is not a dildo. The room spins around me. I freeze."Suck, JoAnna,. I looked around the smallish living room at the overstuffed couch and chair, the obligatory coffee table with scuff marks and cigarette burns in the finish. All in all, the room was nothing special. My bladder had started to feel full, probably the psychosomatic result of the hope in my loins rather than any real need to pee. I decided to look for a bathroom anyway.I headed through the doorway and found a short hall. At the end of it there were two doors, one on each side. One was probably the.